(to paraphrase a better known saying)
Fog. Nuts. The last thing I need. As I look out of my B&B window near Carrickmore, NI, I see a slight sliver of blue above but the sun is still hiding behind low lying fog and stratus. "It'll be fine" I think as I head to breakfast. My eternal optimism takes a slight dent as a snow flurry passes through. I head to the . . .
Poop. Generally something non boating 'muggles' don't have to think about that much but if you live on a steel tub, you do. I won't say it dominates your every waking minute, but ask any live aboard boater where the nearest public convenience is and he will be able to give you a run down of locations, types, cleanliness and . . .
No I am not playing the Erik B and Rakim hip hop anthem "Paid in Full" from 1987 whilst getting funky with my bad self in Nike Jordan's, jeans hanging low so you can see my Calvin's (not a euphemism) and a whole lot of gold and general swag on display (for those unfamiliar with such seminal works of music and have entirely . . .
Sherlock Holmes' versus Moriarty - the one person he spends immeasurable time and cortical activity trying to defeat and never seems to eradicate. This pretty much how I view my relationship with that evil force of nature, that which wreaks havoc on woodwork and metalwork alike - condensation. Not that I view myself as any sort of savant . . .
Or rather the stuff you should do in order not to get shafted
Buying a boat can be as easy as buying a car. A quick handshake, a wad of cash and Robert's your father's brother, you are set for a life on the waves. Or not. This could be a way to emptying your bank account quicker than engaging in a bid to purchase Tower Bridge from a gentleman with serious connections to a banana republic. There . . .
or the story so far and what led us to this stage
So, the first blog post. What to write what to write thinks looking wistfully and drumming fingers on the table? I guess most people ask us why we ended up living on a boat and just for clarity, it's not the boat pictured above (yet) as this is the main subject of this blog.
We lived on a 57' widebeam canal boat for just . . .